SkyguyRP
Really Experienced
- Joined
- May 6, 2009
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"I love it when you talk," he said, meaning it. He adored bringing his little girl pleasure and knowing that he was doing it. He thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy several times before sliding up to her clit, drawing circles then going back. He kept repeating the pattern, eventually using his fingers t keep her clit occupied while his tongue was elsewhere. He loved her taste and once again, she reminded him of her mother after they had just met. Somehow he knew she'd be alright with this, happy for them even. He wanted her badly though and he knew he needed to carry her upstairs. He didn't' want to make love to her on a table but in their bed, his marriage bed, but he didn't want to let go of her either. If only all the choices i the world were this wonderful.